Thrush

It was in the spring of 1978
I met you at a disco
You asked me for a date
Little did I know that soon I would have a sore twat
I know now I should not have tempted fate

Nasty little pills and other things I've had to use
Sticky and disgusting
These drugs one can't abuse
Going round my system
I never really trust them
Three months I tried but it was hard to lose

I'm not a pretty sight
I used to be delightful
I know that I am right
'Cause you've been rather spiteful

Darling you've diseased me
I thought you did not care
You never tried to please me
When I was lying there
I was just a bunk-up for you to get your spunk up
As things went it really wasn't fair

But soon I will be better the doctors say to me
The medicine's seem to work and I know you will agree
When you are infected
Apply them as directed
And soon from imperfections you'll be free

I'm not a pretty sight
I used to be delightful
I know that I am right
'Cause you've been rather spiteful

I loved you madly
I took you gladly
You hurt me badly
I left you sadly